One excuse, could destroy a multitude of chances.

Love is about as strong, as two people want to make it.

Sometimes when I think, most times, it's desire to have you back. But then, I try not to think.

They can stop a river by building a dam, but I will be damned if they can stop my river of blood flowing through my veins and heart.

The paper is my savior, the pen my blood, to words that shed my world.

Nothing won't change, until the choice is placed first. And until when choice is given a chance.

Love, is sometimes a simpler form of slowly dying, it's like a bullet that ricochets off time's walls of desire, waiting to hit that picture perfect heart of regrets.

You know you love something if you're willing to die for it, and you know it means nothing if you walk away from that which is dying.

Essential to life, is desiring the things that you need, than needing the things you desire.